The heavy steel blast door of the bunker lay warped and ruined on the floor.
Sebastian stepped over the smoking metal with his heavy boots crunching against the scattered debris. The inside of the room was an absolute disaster. It looked like an electronics store had violently exploded inside a tiny concrete box.
There were half-built cybernetic limbs hanging from the ceiling and tangles of glowing copper wire strewn across the floor. Towers of empty coffee cups were stacked precariously on every available flat surface.
Standing in the dead center of the chaotic mess was Corbin.
The rogue code-smith was a thin and twitchy man wearing grease-stained overalls. He looked like he survived entirely on energy drinks and sheer paranoia. A cigarette trembled violently between his chapped lips. He stared at the ruined door and his wide eyes darted to Sebastian and finally to Gwen who was casually holstering her kinetic pistols behind him.
